fall, hiking

SO Monday after the Thanksgiving pig out Peter and I dragged ourselves out for a hike (after of course, filling up on leftovers!). We hiked part of the Bruce Trail, which is a 700km walk that covers most of the Niagara Escarpment and the Bruce Peninsula, as far as I can gather, mostly though Ontario. I didn't take my camera on the walk (wish I did - not five minutes in we were by a stunning lake which could have been right out off Cradle Mountain in Tassie), but these snaps are of the neighbours trees, which i see each morning outside the kitchen window. Tuesday morning was super windy and many of these spectacuarly coloured leaves are now on the ground. The smell reminds me of childhood winters in St.Ives, when the leaves of the maple trees would fall. The colours here seem richer, more vibrant, but they still need raking and are still just as much fun to trample through, crunching underfoot.